by Terry Alexander | Jun 6, 2013 | Poetry
His hands are tied behind his back A target on his heart Because ‘They’ have decided That he didn’t play his part He’d heard the patriotic talk And lied about his age To go to be a soldier On that celebrated stage The talk of daring valiant deeds Stirred his...
by Terry Alexander | Jun 5, 2013 | Poetry
He shuffled along the dusty road As though he were late for school His lip trembled slightly, he seemed close to tears Had he been found out breaking the rules? He looked very worried, as onward he went, His eyes shifted left, and then right Was he late? Well he could...
by Terry Alexander | May 27, 2013 | Stories
Mary Smith sighed as she prepared her meagre evening meal. Bloody rationing… As if life were not miserable enough, what with the bombing, people going away, close friends and acquaintances wiped out overnight with no chance to say goodbye properly; I mean, you just...
by Terry Alexander | May 18, 2013 | Poetry
He’s young and handsome Middle-aged And grizzled, lined and old She’s sensitive and bloody minded, Timid, shy and bold He’s strong and whole He has no legs His mind has gone away She’s canny and intelligent He’s straight, and he is gay She comes from London Devon,...
by Terry Alexander | May 18, 2013 | Poetry
The politician bows his head While honouring the Glorious Dead Then goes back to Westminster in his car Where, with a bland impassive face, He sends more troops to take their place Then joins his fellow members in the bar The “Foe” prepares his troops as well Assures...
